Who wants the west wind to be cold alone? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun. I was so shocked by the wine that I fell into a deep sleep in spring, and the fragrance of tea was lost when I gambled on books. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary!
"Where are we going?"
"Go to the ends of the world, go to your heart, and see where I am?"
"You were always there!"